Page 5 of Prelude to Madness

Rick, come back to me.

That voice again. I ignored it. I was never going back. This was where I belonged. In this hellhole of a prison, but right here, I could be myself. I could play, I could fuck, and I could get high. Nothing and no one to stop me.

Unsure of how long I’d played, I collapsed back to the bench, exhausted, finally resting my hands in my lap.

I looked around me. Four bodies lay on the bed, unmoving. Dead or alive, I had no way of knowing.

But where was my captor? Was I finally alone? Could I make my escape?

I was in no fit state. I was parched, disorientated, and my vision swam. An all too familiar feeling.

“Thinking of going somewhere? I’m not done with you yet.” That voice in my ear again, a voice full of promise.

“I need…” What did I need?

I needed him.

“I’ve got you.” Weak and unable to stand, my captor lifted me in his strong arms and carried me back to the bathroom. He placed me in the bath and removed the remainder of his clothes, revealing his limp cock hanging between his legs.

I stared as the brightly coloured tattoos swirled on his body: a snake slithered around his torso and up towards his neck. A wolf yawned, his fangs dripped with bright red blood, the droplets turning to roses on a thorny vine spreading down his thighs before meeting with a skeletal face, with spiders crawling out of the empty eye sockets.

I shook my head to clear the images, but dizziness caused my head to spin.

“Don’t be sick, princess. That’s not nice.”

He lifted a glass of cool water to my lips, and I drank greedily, quenching my thirst. The relief was immediate, and I sank back into the bath, the warmth of the water helping me to drift into oblivion.

Rick? Nurse, nurse. I think he’s waking up.

The same calloused hand that had touched me before did so again, bringing me back to my senses.

He was rough this time. All gentleness had disappeared, but I didn’t care. I needed to feel him, feel this was real, not some figment of my imagination.

“Stand up and turn around.” The command in his voice was unmistakable, and I did as he asked, not faltering once. “Take off the shorts and bend over.”

I managed, balancing as I removed first one leg, then the other, then threw the sodden shorts to the side. I rested my hands on the side of the bath, offering myself to him.

“Such a good princess you are.” His rough hands massaged my cheeks, spreading them wide. “Yes, that’s what I want to see.”

He stepped up behind me, and I dropped my chin to my chest as he rubbed his blunt cock down the crack of my arse, hovering around my entrance.

“Do it.” I panted. “Just fuck me already.”

“Patience, princess. Let me at least get a bit of lube.”

“I don’t need it.” I spat on my hand and reached behind me. I couldn’t wait. This had to happen now.

“If you say so, princess.”

I screwed my eyes shut as he edged forward and entered me slowly. Fuck this for a game of soldiers. As his dick filled me completely, I pushed back.

“It’s like that, is it?” he said through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, just like that.” I had to feel it.

He set a punishing pace, and I fucking loved it. But where was the pain? Where was the sting? He wasn’t quite as big as His Highness, but I wasn’t going to complain.

Relentless. That was the only word for it. He fucked me relentlessly, his huge hands gripping my hips as he rammed into me over and over again.

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